- There ain't no burning Bush
- No beckoning pillar of fire
- No visible alien God
- going to raise us from our mire.
- We are responsible instead
- For everything we do
- From our thoughts words and actions
- comes deeds we can take pride in or rue.
- Yet, among us winds do blow
- some gentle and loving
- some fetid and fell,
- that rot and swell
- Salvation walks among us
- Quietly telling us what we should do
- And where he goes the king of lies follows
- blocking our understanding too.
- Whether lies or truth we hear
- is up to us my dears
- So let us listen to our better voice
- Because in the end it's still our choice.
- I hear echoes of Christmas Songs
- Sung on the battlefield one day
- when a truce in fighting happened
- broken by the forces of authority.
- They crossed the lines to dance and sing
- And dared prosecution for treachery to do the right thing.
- To their Hellish Masters and the king
- It was seditious to laugh and sing.
- They were supposed to fight and die
- for the lord of ambition and flies.
A Christmas Truce
http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/football/30579263
http://www.history.com/topics/world-war-i/christmas-truce-of-1914
Christopher H. Holte
Note, this is two stanzas in a longer poem composed of stanzas I've written since the 70's
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